Of Old St Davids

The bells of old St Davids how nice to hear them ring Above the flowering potato fields on an evening in the Spring Carried by the coastal breeze above the ocean shore Just a memory of what used to be that for me will be never more The nesting birds are singing in the prime of the May In the coastal groves of Southern Wales from here far away When the Tatie Hokers come to St Davids it is that time of year Their laughter in the potato fields i fancy i do hear Where above the coastal meadows the barn swallows fly The bells of old St Davids i hear them in the sky In coastal Southern Wales where beauty does abound The bells of the Cathedral can be heard for miles around The bells of old St Davids in my dreams them i do hear In the stillness of the evening they sound so very near Above the flowering potato fields carrying in the freshening breeze When the nesting birds are singing on the bushes and the trees.